Ok, this is my second fanfic (YAY) so enjoy

THIS IS A FAN PUBLICATION SO IF ANY OF YOU READING MY STORY ARE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA PEOPLE (or even worse… Andrew Lloyd Webber), DON'T SUE ME!

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Hermione woke up groggily. It was a cold December morning about three weeks before Christmas. She rolled over in her bed and looked at the alarm clock. It read 5:30 AM.

"Oh my god." She mumbled. "Can't I just sleep for five more minutes?"

But she knew that the answer would and always would be no. Her boss, Cornelius Fudge was always strict about timing. She always arrived to work on time and ready for the day ahead. But not today. Hermione slowly rolled out of her bed and started to get ready for another day's work at the Ministry.

She had just recently gotten the role of Assistant to the Minister. Her friends, Harry and Ron had also received jobs at the ministry, but Ron had vanished during a trip to the USA. It was rumored that he had joined forces with Voldemort and was now his most trusted Death Eater. It was also rumored that he just went insane. Hermione ignored both of these rumors.

Hermione hadn't seen Harry for now a bit over five years because he was always on top secret missions that the minister wouldn't even tell his assistant.

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"Ms. Granger." Her intercom rang when she arrived at her office. "Welcome. You have three owls waiting for you in the tower. You also have one Muggle message from a … I don't remember what it is called...the felly-tone?" Hermione smirked. Good old Arthur Weasly. "Here it is."

A loud beep came from the personal intercom.

"Hey, Hermione darling" her mother's voice said. "Just to let you know, your father is coming home tonight from Scotland tonight. I expect you to arrive at six o' clock sharp. Have a nice day honey."

The intercom went silent.

"Is you're mom done yet?"

Hermione looked at the doorway to her office. Veronica was leaning on the door frame looking as casual as could be.

"I need to go to the tower, if you want to come along; you are more that welcome to."

The two girls trudged up to the tower.

"So have there been any big events?" Hermione inquired. Veronica was the Head of the Department of Foreign Affairs. She was the one who planned the events with other wizarding countries. Veronica shrugged.

"Not since last week. Harry back yet?" Hermione's heart sank.

"No."

They reached the tower and Hermione found the three owls. Two of them were letters from the minister who was vacationing in Jamaica. The third one was from….

"Harry sent me a letter Veronica!" Veronica stopped leaning on the doorway and looked over Hermione's shoulder at the letter.

Dear Hermione,

How are you? I haven't seen you since we graduated from Hogwarts. Well, my mission is over and I'll be heading back to Europe in a matter of days. The latest I'll be home by is December 8th. I'm so excited to see you again.

Yours,

Harry Potter (A.K.A.: The Boy who lived)

"Oh my god!" Veronica said. "He's coming back tomorrow! Oh you must be so excited!"

"Yes." Hermione said to herself. "Yes… I am."

But she wasn't so sure about it. True, she was excited, but, for some strange reason, something seemed to be telling her that she wasn't.

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The day was over, finally. Hermione was just packing up her briefcase when Lizzy came and knocked on her door.

"Come in."

"Uh… Hermione? There's been a mishap going on with the trolls that were experimenting on. Could you come and take a look?"

Hermione sighed heavily. "Sure."

"I'm sorry to disturb you right before you were going to go home, but it's kind of urgent."

"I understand."

They reached the lab underground. Indeed the trolls had made a mishap. They had destroyed most of the lab, but it could easily be fixed with the Reparo spell. The three trolls were now talking a breather and would shortly destroy the whole place.

"Here, um… I have to go right now, I'm really sorry Hermione."

"It's OK, just go."

Lizzy left and Hermione dealt with the trolls and put them back where they belonged. She also repaired the lab. When she was about to leave, a voice spoke to her.

"There you are."

Hermione turned around and looked. No one was there. She thought that she was having some sort of hearing problem. But then something moved out of the corner of her eye. The closet where the lab coats were kept had its door opened ajar. Hermione crept forward to it.

"Who…Who are you?" she stammered.

A tall man came out of the closet. He had a black cloak with a hood that covered his face. Hermione reached for her wand, but the man was too fast.

"Expelliarmus!" he shouted pointing at Hermione. Hermione's wand flew away into a corner of the room. She looked at him.

"You didn't answer my question," she said testily. "Who are you?"

He stepped forward and put his hand on her cheek. It was cold, but she instantly fell under his spell. He was pleased.

"I am your angel." He said softly.

With that, he strolled slowly back into the closet, which had opened up to reveal a secret passageway. Hermione followed him, half in daze, yet half in curiosity. She kept walking, not hearing the voice of Veronica. She kept on walking…until she vanished. She and the mysterious man vanished into the closet just as Veronica entered the lab.

"Hermione, HERMIONE!" Veronica cried. But she was no where in sight. She had fallen into the mysterious man's clutches.

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